you bleed ink.
you cry blood.
you ******* lips against yours.
your heart beats with mine.
open window.
water violin.
hanging from a tree,
drowning in sorrows of
a broken heart.
I won't break it.
I promise.

run around inside the chamber of that pounding ****** *****, which lingers inside your chest.
watch as it pumps blood in and out through your body all through the day.
and suddenly the blood stops...
your heart is being torn straight down its center, slowly.
you can hear the tissues and muscle ripping.
it makes a terrible noise that stops the soul with a sharpening pain.
your entire chest area aches.
it burns with the knowledge of a broken heart.
it will take a long time for this odd shaped ***** to mend.
soon new tissues will mend over the open wound and it will be once again alive and well.

ravens fly in the sky, with freezing rain pouring down hard.
it’s staining the land with the tears from the angels above.
their screams sound like sirens piercing the hearts of every living creature, every soul.
ravens, crows; birds of ******.
they fly among each other in a treacherous roar.
the storms' eerie screeches drive the birds insane.
the beautiful angels stop their weeping, and become sickeningly quiet.
the birds are lessening more and more.
the sky turns purple in color and the stars shine brightly.
if you look, you can see lonely faces in the sky tonight.

burnt roses.
crying hearts.
bound together from the start.
we are meant to be.
bleeding eyes.
drowning regrets.
we will never be torn apart,
mend my shattered heart.

laying in the middle
of my bathroom floor,
bleeding my heart out,
which is dying
inside my chest.
I scream loudly
within my skull.
but on the outside,
laughing,
because I have no tears
left to cry.
I wish for tears,
but they do not come.
only instead
my heart shatters more
and more.
and blood from my dying heart
gushes onto the floor.
soon I will be dead,
I am sure.
then there'd be
one less heart to mend...

no more questions.
because there will be no answers.
no more saying things
like I love you.
because I know you don't.
no more lying.
because it only causes pain.
no more believing
there is someone out there.
no more telling yourself,
that everything will be okay.
because there is no one there,
and you'll never be okay again.
all because of
too many questions,
too many lies,
and too much pain.
those are what causes heartbreak.
my heartbreak.

star light shining
overhead brightly,
showing you that
there is beauty
all around.
rose petals go
round and round
the moon.
practically playing
on a merry-go-round.
to you it's a
spell, a curse,
upon anyone
who does not see
that there is love
looking for them
somewhere out there.
little pixies play
with unused hearts.
then giving them away
to unborn children.
so that one day
they can see the
pixie dance and the
petals in the nights' sky.